Wang Changling
The young bride in her boudoir does not know what grieves;
She mounts the tower, gaily dresses, on a spring day.
Suddenly seeing by roadside green willow leaves,
How she regrets her lord seeking fame far away! oOXkN3V7y2tjvx5PDtfFzQY4Jc8vmcsLgujhqxJd2wWFoyQqv7hao9q9qdA3huPq
